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Rescue
He spun her swiftly as she responded to his dance step. His dance, a Mexican Jarabe Tapat'io, or Hat Dance was fast and she was cautious not to falter. He took her in his arms and looked into her eyes as he leaned her almost to the floor. He smiled and lifted her slowly closer, into his embrace. The music began to slow and he held her at a modest distance away from him. He flipped the sombrero into his hand and held it in front of them both. Leaning her again in a dip, he drew her close. Behind the hat, he kissed her deeply. She trembled a moment as his tongue touched hers. Then he broke the kiss and stood as the music stopped. "Your dancing is getting much better Phaedra; you have been practicing without my knowledge." The tall redhead stood as well and fixed her chauffeur suit. "No, I am just a good student; you know I pick up on things fast." Lord Fredrick Thane smiled. "Yes, you are a fast learner, and an excellent valet." Thane looked at his Rolex; he rushed from the room towards his study. Phaedra yelled as he ran. "What's the rush; we still have time to dance!" Thane tossed off his coat as he ran; a servant followed retrieving the articles. "I have a plane to catch!" Phaedra smiled and nodded her head. Her boss was flighty, and would suddenly run off to do this and that. Someday he would invite her.
The C-5 cargo jet banked slowly as it changed course for Virginia. Escorting it where two F-16 fighters, one at each side of the huge cargo plane. The pilot observed that he had traffic above and well ahead of him, this was of no concern. On each fighter, the pilots watched their radar for any aircraft. The order was from CIA Agent Usher, "If anything gets close, shoot it down." Far above the cargo jet, a lone figure in black fell. The intruder wore a one piece black body suit and a small bag hung from its hip. Moving its body just right, it could change direction and slowdown, the figure wore no parachute. As it got close to the cargo plane, it moved across the top and landed just in front of the vertical stabilizer. The wind hitting the intruder was tremendous. But it began to crawl along the top towards the middle, being careful not to make any noise. Inside, soldiers dressed in black walked about the aircraft. Some played cards, others napped. Unaware of what was above them. The intruder reached just behind the wings and began to pull small disks out of the bag. It was difficult to crawl upside-down but the intruder had experience at this task. With care each disk was placed evenly apart around the belly of the jet. After the last one was set, the figure made its way back to the rear of the aircraft.
Concentrating on the disk ahead of him, the intruder held onto the aircraft tighter. The disk began to glow a deep blue, then it exploded. Each disk detonated a millisecond after the next. The C-5 broke in half, the forward section and wings flipped upward passing over the intruder. Men screamed as they where expelled into the night sky. One flew over the intruder with a hand of cards. "To bad, straight flush," the insurgent said. The aft section immediately filled with air and almost stopped in mid flight. It wavered then tilted downwards and fell towards the earth. The intruder crawled on its skin to the jagged opening as the section began to flip end over end. Reaching the opening, the man in black carefully climbed into the jet section. He noticed a large aluminum cylinder strapped to the floor and several boxes behind it. With a grunt, the intruder landed on the floor next to the cylinder. Behind him, the ground appeared and vanished through the opening as the jet section was now in a fast tumble. He really had no time to waste, the section he was in was fast approaching the ground. He reached down and snapped the steel bands with ease that held the cylinder strapped to the floor. Grabbing handles on the cylinders sides, the intruder dove out of the aircraft section. Reaching into the small bag with one hand, he removed a small scroll and began to chant under his breath. As the chanting increased in speed, the intruder looked in horror as the aircraft section tumbled and caught him in its opening. "Shit, this cant always be this difficult," the intruder yelled. The ground was approaching at an alarming rate and the chant was not working. The intruder let the scroll go and splayed his fingers and began another chant. The scroll spun in the air a moment then it, the intruder and the cylinder vanished. The aircraft section smashed into the ground with a tremendous exploding boom.
Martin McClatchy sat watching CNN in his office. The First Lady was on her death bed. Her cancer was running rampant and the doctors gave her no hope. The President was at her bed side holding her hand on the television. McClatchy remembered her; she was always full of life, always polite to him. He glanced out through the door to his secretary who was adjusting her thigh highs. "Dumb as a stump, but damn it's nice to look at." He jumped as his phone buzzed on his desk he picked up the receiver and answered. "McClatchy …shit; no way I had the fucking thing covered by two freaking fighters!" He sat and listened to more details, then closed his eyes and spoke. "OK, clean up the mess, make up something for the media, and get back with me when it's done. McClatchy shook his head and punched at his phone in frustration before dialing the number for Colonel Usher. The phone rang and rang with no answer, not even a voice mail. McClatchy slammed the receiver down. "DORIS!" The secretary jumped from her seat and ran in. "Yes sir!" McClatchy stood and grabbed his coat. Get my driver and car around front ASAP, I need to get to Colonel Ushers office." The secretary turned and tapped the intercom switch as McClatchy ran down the hall to the elevators.
The intruder appeared in the skies above upper state New York. "OPEN!" the intruder yelled. The mask split open and Fredrick Thane shook his long hair loose from the masks confines. Beneath him was his villa, and he figured his point of impact would be his new conservatory. "Figures I just had the damn thing built." He didn't need to use his lungs, but he filled them with air and screamed. "LADY!" He held the cylinder close and saw the detail of the conservatory roof. Suddenly something dark flew across his line of sight. He hit scales and grabbed one as he slid. He had landed on the back of an immense dragon which looked over its shoulder at him. "You cut that to close; I bet you did that on purpose!" Thane yelled. The dragon slowly arched and flew over a dark forest. Just over a hill, a small home was dimly lit. With a blast of wind from her gigantic wings, the dragon landed. Thane slid off her back and watched as the dragon quickly changed into a beautiful blond woman. She wore leather and ornate lace and carried a silver metal wand. As he walked to her, the black one piece suit he wore vanished and was replaced by a black Armani suit. Thane smiled a moment as he stood before her, then she hit him in the head with the wand. "You didn't use the scroll properly; you should have ended up here not up here, she waved her hand in the other direction, not up over there." Thane rubbed his head. "I did use it right, it was a faulty scroll!" Dragon gave him an evil glare. Thane conceded. "OK OK it was me." She smiled and looked at the cylinder which was on the ground. Thane knelt next to it and released the latches. As he opened it, Dragon held her nose. "Oh my, it reeks, it smells like a sewer." Thane flipped the lid open and stood gazing in awe.
Inside was an adult female, blonde dressed in beautiful white linen and jewels. She was in a fetal position and in her arms a small girl of about six mortal years old. Dragon moved the woman's tunic aside and pointed out the small wooden peg. "The crest of the Society of Leopold." Thane looked close at the peg. It was stabbed into the heart of the woman and had safety wire around it to secure it so as not to have it get pulled out. Thane looked at the girl. "She has one too, the sick bastards they even staked the child." Dragon knelt and placed her hand on the woman's cheek. "She is gone, no spark of life." Thane found a small notebook wedged in the side of the coffin, pulled it out, opened it and began to read aloud. "To Colonel Usher, here you will find two specimens of the vampires we spoke of, the female adult and her child. The adult was difficult to catch and posed a risk so at the advice of the Leopold people, she was decapitated." Thane looked at her neck, and found the jagged wound. He began to read again. "The child has been without nourishment for sometime and may be dead when you get this package, but she like the adult will be good for dissection and study, signed Tarsis Vonday."
Dragon touched the child's face. "Fredrick, she has life, not much, it fades fast!" Thane reached and grabbed the peg. With a grunt he snapped the wires, removed it and placed it in his pocket. The wound tried to heal but the child was too weak. "OK lady what do you need, anything and I will get it." Dragon Lady picked up the child, stood and walked quickly to her home. "I will need blood Fredrick, strong mortal blood, a healthy male." Thane stopped and smiled. "I know just where to get it, do what you can Lady, I will be right back." Thane whistled loudly and an old broom flew out from the home and rocketed by him. As it did, he hopped on it surfer style and took off into the night sky.
Jean Carter looked at her face in the mirror. Her eye was already blackening and beginning to bulge. She began to cry which made the eye hurt worse. Turning, she saw the man who had hit her. Her boyfriend Sergio stood naked on the balcony looking at her with a smug smile. She leaned against the sink with a grimace and gently rubbed her sore ribs he had hit last week. She was older then he by twenty years and he was stealing her money and her health. She thought to herself. "I am important, I make good money, I don't need him, and I should get rid of him." But her thoughts where just thoughts. If she tried to break up, he would beat her again and again as he had so many time's before. She began to cry again. Her sobs where interrupted by a sound from the balcony. Her eyes opened quickly to see Sergio, gone. The sound she heard sounded like a…a…"meep!" She swiped her tears away as she carefully approached the balcony and peered over hoping he had maybe fallen. But the parking lot was empty. "What the fuck?" With a puzzled look on her face she turned and walked back in and immediately saw Thane. She inhaled to scream but his eyes looked through her, she couldn't utter a sound. She stood transfixed, her gaze upon his, her mouth slowly fell open, all she could think of was that he was the most handsome man she had ever laid eye's on. He walked to her, still looking into her eyes using his charm to transfix her, he used a finger tip then slowly touched her chin, pushing her mouth closed. She had no fear now, all she could feel was lust. He smiled; his razor sharp fangs glistened in the dim room light. But she had no fear; for some strange reason she knew he would not hurt her. Thane touched her lips with a finger tip and then slid it sensually into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and gasped at the erotic feeling. He removed his finger from her mouth and slid it across a fang cutting small incision. He again slid it back into her mouth, the blood dripped on her tongue and in a matter of second's, her body burned.
She fell backwards leaning against a wall as her body ached. "What did you do to me, this hurts!" Thane stood still, unmoving as she pushed herself off the wall and staggered to the bathroom mirror again. She watched the refection in the mirror as her black eye vanished, her skin tightened making her wrinkles disappear, her breasts became full and firm. The pain began to ease as her body transformed into the goddess she once was. Thane took her hand and turned her towards him, then he kissed it as he gazed into her eyes again. "You can look like this as long as you want. I will not force you to, it is your choice." He let her hand go. Jean smiled and whispered, who are you?" Thane spoke as he walked towards the balcony. "I am a friend who may ask you a favor some time in the future." Jean looked at her body in amazement. "I'm young, I am beautiful!" Thane turned to face her and smiled. "Do you have vacation time coming?" Jean felt her breasts in awe, and replied. "Yes, in two weeks, I was going to Florida." Thane reached in his pocket and handed her two cards. "This one has my name on it and a number. Call it and tell them, hmmm…Jamaica, yes Jamaica would be nice this time of year." Jean again looked at him closely. "What are you, your blood, it…" Her voice trailed off as Thane touched her lips with his fingertip and smiled again. "I am a fantasy a sensual dream, a legend, a mere moment thought in time, now shush my dear." He removed his finger and turned and paced the room thinking, "Yes Jamaica, and the other card has a name on it, when you get to the Hilton, tell the desk man that name, and….enjoy." He gave her a wicked smile and winked, then he walked to the balcony and stepped on the broom which lifted him off the floor. She stood watching in awe, maybe she was dreaming, but what a dream it was. She spoke before he left. "But, what do I tell my friends, my coworkers about, me?" Thane smiled. "You had lypo, a tummy tuck, a boob job, and the works, tell them to be jealous and eat your dust as you walk away smiling my dear!" Jean laughed, and then stopped, she looked at him with a serious look on her face. "What about Sergio?" Thane smiled evilly. "He is going on a vacation as well." She smiled and watched as he flew away into the darkness feeling this was a bizarre dream.
Thane carried the now drained corpse of Sergio out behind Dragons home he walked a way's into the forest and dropped it on the ground. Behind Thane, in the forest a creature approached unbeknownst to him. Its movement's stealth, its eyes keen on the Toreador vampire's back. Thane lit a cigar and stood enjoying the night sky, unaware of the creature sneaking up behind him. The creature, a Saber Tooth Tiger, stepped quietly, each paw placed with precision. The Tiger was now directly behind Thane, it crouched low then reared its head up and pounced. Suddenly Thane was pushed over, he fell face first with a curse, then rolled over and sat up. He had to smile as he saw the tiger. "Weeee, who's the big kitty, who's my buddy!" The Tiger stepped over Thane's lap pushing into him and purred as the Toreador vampire stroked his deep fur. Thane pushed him off and stood giving the mighty head a pat. "I got something for you boy, something big and meaty!" The Tiger crouched as if to pounce. Thane grasped Sergio's body and tossed it into the air with ease; the Tiger launched upward and caught it. "Now you go eat, later we will play." The Tiger ran back into the forest carrying Sergio. Thane brushed himself off muttering about getting dirty and started walking back through the forest and entered the home. On the table, the child looked better, clean, dressed in a black dress of lace. As he reached the table, Thane pulled a small bottle of perfume out of his pocket and sprayed some on the girl. "Why does she smell so bad?" Dragon smiled over her rectangle glasses. "She is a Nosferatu, they all smell." Thane put the bottle in the child's hand. He had not bothered to check the adult's teeth. He turned away from the child then looked at Dragon. "I see, and who is she?" Dragon opened a large book looking through each page. She spoke absentmindedly without looking at Thane, she was busy perusing the lists of crests. "She has on a crest ring, I have not seen it before, but I will continue to look, and make sure she gets home to the proper people." Thane checked his Rolex and realized it was near sunrise and he needed rest. Tomorrow was the meeting of the Grand Masquerade and he wanted to look his best. He kissed Dragon on the cheek. "Thank you Lady, I appreciate your help with this matter" She never looked up from her research as he turned and walked out of her house.
It took him an hour to walk back to his mansion. As he did, a small squirrel sat on a branch and watched him. Thane glanced up and smiled and greeted him. "Hello Tat, how are you this eve?" The squirrel peered over the branch. "I'm fine, a little tired how are you?" Thane continued to walk. "I am fine, tired as well, I'm on my way home to get some sleep, I hope you have a good day." Tat relaxed, twitched his tail and sat back against the branch. "Good day to you to sir." Phaedra was waiting at the door with two servants. He entered and began tossing clothes off as he walked into the huge entrance hall. Phaedra was reading from a log as he continued to walk towards a large grand staircase. "You have a meeting tomorrow with Armani representatives about a dozen new suits you ordered and the Ball is also tomorrow." Thane smiled and thanked her for reminding him. He walked up to his room and slept.
Colonel Usher stood on top of a large rock looking at the carnage that was once a cargo jet. She hopped down rock after rock and walked to a large piece of debris. A soldier walked to her and saluted. "Ma'am, Mr. McClatchy is at the perimeter, he wants to be let in." Usher returned the salute and smiled. "Let him in but keep him under watch, I don't want him getting into anything." The soldier saluted and walked away. Usher watched till the soldier was out of sight and looked at the aircraft. She saw a piece of a disk lying among the debris. Looking at it, the piece suddenly lifted from the ground and flew to her hand. She examined it and slid it in her pocket. She looked at her watch and realized it would be sunrise soon. She closed her eyes and slowly vanished. As she did, McClatchy walked over a rise yelling her name looking for her but she was not to be found.
The following eve Thane rose from his slumber, showered and then began to dress and get ready for his meeting with Armani. It would be a fast meeting as he gave the representatives a package containing a drop of his blood for Giorgio himself. The employees didn't know the contents of the envelope; to them it was a simple letter with more suit orders. Then Thane would busy himself with preparations for his trip to the Grand Ball meeting. Every year the Primogen of each clan would meet with their whips and assistants and discuss events and problems. This was held in the La Salle Grande de Boule or the Grand Ball of the Masquerade in France. Thane was yelling orders to servants as Phaedra carried bags to his Bentley. "Make sure I have at least six suits and ten pair of shoes, and ties, lots of ties." Phaedra tossed another bag in the trunk and sat on the bumper. "Boss, you're going for the day, what's with all the stuff." Thane stopped a moment. "Because I like to look good and well…I have an appearance to keep up." Phaedra leaned over and grabbed the last bag and stuffed it in before taking her place behind the wheel. Thane climbed in the dark forest green car and motioned for Phaedra to get going.
The large 757 jet touched down on the runway in Paris. Instead of going to the standard terminal as most jets would, this one taxied to a private hanger. Inside two burly men in dark suits waited with a stretch limo. Charlemagne and Romeo, the two protectors of the Countess of Skye stood impatient waiting for the jet. "She is late again." Romeo sighed. Charlemagne smiled. "She is always late, just don't tell her I said that or you will regret it." He punched Romeo in the arm, Romeo scowled and was about to respond when the jet rolled into the hanger, he thought better about making a scene or the Countess would be displeased to find her protector's in a altercation, he shuddered to think of what punshment she might mete out for such a infraction of manner's, he would wait till later. Two airport staff members rolled a stairwell to the main door of the aircraft. With a hiss, the door opened and several servants walked out and checked the area and removed themselves from the stairwell. The Countess stepped out and looked around then focused her attention on her two body guards. She made her way down the steps and walked to the limo. She gave each body guard a look that made them cringe. She spoke rather loudly to be heard of the jets engines that were winding down. "I told you I wanted the white limo and not the black, "This is going to make me look like I am in a funeral procession! " Her eyes narrowed with anger, "I also said to send the Lear not this big monster, I don't know what either of you where thinking. You know you both can be replaced! She gave them one of her looks. And that thing", She pointed to the 757, "made me late, it's to slow!" "I swear neither of you have a brain between you! " Romeo shook his head and looked down. Charlemagne smiled a whispered to his brother. "I told you to send the Lear." Romeo began to talk when the Countess yelled in frustration. "I heard that Charlie! You two are sadly lacking in manners lately and seem to be in need of an attitude adjustment!" She smacked Charlie with her purse, then she gave Romeo a quelling look, "Open the damn car door and let's get going, Charlie, you drive." She slid into the limo, pulling Romeo with her; she gave him a smack over the head. "You two are driving me crazy"
The group entered and the entourage left. The drive took less then an hour. Ahead, the Countess could see the Grand Ball as they approached. Its stained glass windows where lit up brightly from hundreds of candles inside. As the limo stopped, Charlemagne jumped out and opened the car door. The Countess exited and smoothed her black silk dress down and walked up the marble steps with Romeo trailing after her, Charlie left to park the car. Ahead of her, Thane stood waiting for her. He bowed and kissed her hand. "You look lovely as usual." The Countess smiled. "Of course I do darling, what would you expect from one such as I?" Thane smiled, offered her his arm and said, "I would expect nothing less from one as exalted as yourself my dear" She returned his compliment, "You look quite nice also my darling, let's go in before I'm unfashionably late," She took his proffered arm as he escorted her in the ball.
Inside, Phaedra stood writing the names of the Countess and Lord Thane into the registry. Behind them stood two immense bronze guards at each side of the main door. Both where hexed armor that would attack and kill any mortal who dared try to enter. For this meeting, only UN-dead could enter. As the Countess and Lord entered, they where announced to the people inside. Both smiled and bowed to the many vampires within. In the center of the main chamber was the Table of Honor. The table was round and inscribed ornately with images of each clan's crests. Made of pure Iron and weighing a ton, the table rose from the floor slowly as servants activated the hydraulics. Thane looked about the main chamber. On the walls, tapestries where everywhere. Each one had an image of vampires old and new. Thane himself had one in his royal armor he wore in the sixteenth century. But he noticed something that made him angry. He begged forgiveness from the Countess and hurried over to his tapestry she moved away to speak to another Primogen. Looking closely at it, he saw a black oily stain. Grabbing a servant, he pointed to it and yelled. "What's this, what is this stain?" The servant motioned to behind the tapestry. "I beg your forgiveness my Lord, the hydraulic pipe that brings forth the table is behind your tapestry. It has a leak and we have not fixed it yet." Thane sighed in resignation and slightly grumbled. "It figures the only place to put the pipe is behind my tapestry." The servant nodded. "It's been behind your tapestry for two centuries my Lord. We will fix it as soon as possible." Thane shook his head, "See that it is fixed!" and walked back to the Countess.
Servants hurried about preparing the stations at the table. Thane concentrated on the station of the Countess. He examined the bottle of bloodwyne the servant had just delivered. He grabbed the servant by the arm and handed back the bottle. "Sixty-seven, only an eighteen sixty-seven will do, not this junk, throw it away, er..actually put it at the Gangrel station; they have no class or taste." The servant put the bottle at the station of the Gangrel Primogen and quickly walked to the wyne cellar. Thane moved to his private waiting area. Here, the Primogen's whip could wait and listen, but not be seen; only the Primogen occupied the table at the meeting. As the room cleared, the Primogen took their seats. Thane sat and relaxed, lighting up a Bavarian cigar.
Two servants carried a small set of stairs to the table's edge and ran off into the shadows. The Primogen for the Ventrue clan stepped carefully up the stairs and walked to the middle of the table. In her hand, a tall bronze standard with the crest of clan Ventrue. She tapped the standard hard three times on the iron table making loud echoes in the Grand Ball room. "I call this conclave to order, we who are present, shall abide by the protocol of all meetings, introductions please." The Ventrue Primogen motioned to the Brujah Primogen. He stood five foot seven and appeared to be no more than a teenager. His hair was pure white and spiked with blood red tips. He wore a black button up dress shirt and black work pants. "I am Parker Carlton, Primogen of the Brujah clan, I bid you all welcome." He sat and the Gangrel Primogen stood. He wore a black leather long coat, almost like a duster. He was bald and had a large rod pierced through the bridge of his nose. He scowled and looked at the other Primogen. "I am Roman Maxis, Gangrel Primogen, lets get this done with I have things to do." As he sat, most noticed his eyes where all black, no pupil, just dead eyes. The Ventrue Primogen motioned to the Malkavian Primogen who sat in a catatonic state; he seemed not to notice or care about his surroundings. He was dressed in torn dirty clothes and to most appeared like a transient. The Ventrue Primogen ignored the Malkavian and moved to the next Primogen. To her surprise, the Nosferatu Primogen was missing. She stood a moment perplexed but continued on. The Tremere Primogen stood, "I am Tarsus Vonday, Primogen of the clan Tremere." At the mention of the name, Thane stood and dropped his cigar from his mouth. He peered out the small opening in the wall looking at the Tremere Primogen. A servant hurried and picked up the cigar and placed it in an ashtray.
Thane closely looked at the Primogen. He wore a simple suit of black and wore a plain white tie, Thane thought he had no fashion sense, but the name was what caught his attention. The same name that signed the book found in the coffin of the woman and girl. He wanted to contact the Countess by thought, but even that was forbidden during the meetings. The Countess stood and introduced herself, bowed slightly to the clan's members and sat back down. The Ventrue Primogen bowed and spoke. "I am Goldie Seth, Primogen of the Ventrue clan, and mediator of the evening." she then tapped her standard hard three times. "To begin is there any issues to be brought forth by any clan of urgency." The Gangrel Primogen stood and approached the stairs. Seth bowed and stood aside. Standing awkward due to his clothes, Maxis spoke. "It has come to my attention through the grapevine that the high levels of the mortal's government are up in arms over an attack on one of their primitive aircraft." Thane listened carefully. "This aircraft was brought down from as best I have been told, by Gangrel exploder buttons." The Primogen stirred. "We have no knowledge of this incident and place no claim on any kills of the worthless mortals. But we wish it known that the clan Gangrel have had no hand in this act."
Maxis bowed to Seth and returned to his seat. The Ventrue Primogen looked at each member. "Is there any response to this statement, any rebuttal?" The Countess was not aware if his actions, .Thane was assured she would not speak, but he waited on the others. Someone knew about the explosives he used, and they where trying to make trouble. He wondered which of the Primogen's were conspiring together. The table remained quiet and general business was discussed. Thane sat and retrieved his cigar, he was pondering the situation as the meeting went on.
The meeting lasted for three hours, after a time Thane napped. He never did like the conclave, it was dull and its lack of excitement was the main reason he would not be a Primogen. Seth banged her standard on the table and closed the meeting, this woke Thane from his nap, he rose and came out to escort the Countess. "Ah, Countess I need to discuss an issue with you." The Countess was walking at a stately pace with Thane at her side to the large bronze doors. The Countess stopped and turned to Thane. She smiled and said. "You know that after the meeting, the Primogen get together at the La vie de nuit extraordinaire and celebrate." Thane looked at her with concern. "Yes, I am aware of this and had planned on attending." The Countess nodded and smiled. "Then we can talk there." The Countess made her way to her limo, her protectors stood at either side of the door. "I need to get ready for the party Lord Thane and I expect you to be ready as well." She slid into her limo, her door closed by Romeo, she rolled her window down. Thane's brows both went up. He smiled and his clothes changed as he stood from the black Armani to a white Valentino tux. "OK, I'm ready." She shook her dark haired head and said " Your such a quick change artist". He laughed. " Somtime's it pay's to be quick" She winked at him and replied, " Not in all thing's my dear." She smiled and closed the car window, her limo left, he shook his head, he knew not all thing's needed to be rushed, no, not all. Phaedra arrived with his green Bentley. He made his way to his car, seated himself and bade her to take him to the club.
Extraordinary Night Life
It took the Countess two hours to prepare and finally arrive. Thane was sitting at a large table sipping a blood wyne. As she entered, the other Primogen stood and bowed, even the Malkavian stood, but appeared lost. The Countess walked across the dance area and spun as she passed over the lit dance floor, she was a vision to behold all decked out in diamond's and silk. Thane stood as she stopped before the table, he immediately pulled out a chair for her, she sat down crossing her long leg's. As he sat, he smiled. She stopped smiling as she took a closer look at him. "I've seen that smile before; you did it when you broke into the New York Museum of Fine Art and stole the Picasso you just haddddd to havvve." Thane slowly stopped smiling and stood, he knew just the right thing to take her mind off questioning him. "Let's dance!" He held out his hand to her, she placed her's in his. The Countess stood and looked at him, then dismissed the thought for now, She smiled at the chance to dance. The song was slow and she preferred to dance fast, but it was a good chance to relax. She slid her arms over his shoulders and flipped her long hair back over her shoulder to expose her neck. Thane could smell the scent of her hair, the jasmine and vanilla was intoxicating. He leaned down and kissed her neck softly, tasting the skin. He let out a low growl as he lightly slid a fang along the skin. She gasped as he teased her, "Stop that, I want to dance". The slow song ended and a salsa song took its place. The Gangrel Primogen Maxis stood and slid his arms around a tall raven haired biker chick. She wore fish net and leather and looked at him with loving eyes. Thane could smell her essence. She was a mortal, a ghoul, a favorite of Maxis. The four danced to the fast beat. The Countess swayed her hips to the beat, she straddled Thane's leg and slid up running her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes from the feeling and almost fell. The ghoul swung a leg in the air and put her ankle on Maxis' shoulder, in a full split; she leaned in and kissed him. Thane spun the Countess around and slid his hands around her waist. Their hip's swayed together to the beat of the song, he ground his hips into her, running his hands over her body. She turned and slid both arm's over his shoulder''s and placed her lip's at his neck, then ran the tip of her nose up to his ear, she teased his earlobe, Thane gasped and held her close, they continued to dance, she gave a low throaty chuckle, she got him back for teasing her. Maxis stepped quickly back, his ghoul still in a split, dropped to the floor. She quickly brought both legs together and sprang in the air into his arms. Thane swayed his hips as the Countess moved close to him; she grabbed the side of his trousers and pulled him close. Her eyes and his looking deeply into each other. He smiled as she slid the tip of her tongue out and licked her lips. Thane growled and exposed his fangs, he moved to her neck, but stopped as she spoke. "You will resist tasting me M'Lord." Thane used his willpower and retracted his fangs. "It's not easy; you are a temptress." She smiled. "I am a temptress, that is true, all the better to lure the unsuspecting into my embrace." They continued to move to the sexy salsa beat enjoying the dance.
Thane stopped as did she as the song ended, they were making their way back to the table when he looked at her and spoke to her mind. Since they where only inches apart, no one could listen. "I have a problem Countess; I sort of blew up a plane and rescued a woman and her child." The Countess stopped for a moment, she wanted to speak but continued to the table and sat down, waited for him to sit and then leaned toward's him, her gaze was upon his. "You what!" She hissed in her mind. Thane leaned close and continued to mind speak with her. "I sort of used Gangrel explosives to blow up a military aircraft and rescue a female vampire and I believe her child." The Countess had a look of curiosity. "A female vampire, what clan?" Thane looked around to insure no one was near enough to listen into their thoughts. "A Nos and a Nos child." The Countess made a grimace at the mention of Nosferatu. "I don't care for them, they smell horrible. And how did you come to know of this aircraft?" Thane finished his wyne and continued. "I have a …spy…in the CIA headquarters, and she told me of this aircraft. I blew it open and grabbed the coffin and jumped." The Countess eyebrows rose. "You jumped out of an aircraft and teleported with the coffin?" Thane rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes and the teleport spell didn't work, dumb witch, I had to teleport myself and you know I only know telekinetic, not teleport. I ended up over my home and nearly crashed into my new conservatory!" The Countess looked angry; she poked him in the shoulder. "What dumb witch!" Thane looked at the mar in his suit. "Hey mind the suit please, her name is Dragon Lady." The Countess brought her hand to her face in frustration then lowered it. "Let me get this straight...there was a Nosferatu woman and chyld? On a plane, which you destroyed and rescued them? And there is a witch involved?" Thane smiled wide. "Yes, a bug at the CIA headquarters told me of the plane." The Countess stood and smacked Thane on the top of his head. Thane yelled in surprise. "Hey what was that for!" Countess Duskie put her hands on her hips. "You should have told me your plans!"
The Countess kicked Thane in the shin. To any on looker's it appeared that they were having one of their usual tiff's, which was nothing out of the ordinary "By the way, Dragon Lady is my cousin!" Thane screamed in pain and rubbed his leg he spoke in appeasement. "A fine woman, beautiful, a credit to her talent." Countess Duskie yelled and kicked him again. "You said she was dumb!" Thane yelled again and grabbed his leg and fell off the chair and to the floor in pain. The Gangrel Primogen looked and laughed. "My lord, you need lessons on how to handle women, if so I will teach you the art of wenching." Thane stood and straightened his suit. "I need no lessons Maxis; all I need is to learn to avoid attack." The Countess smiled an innocent smile. Maxis walked towards her. "You see Thane you need to put such a woman in her place, to show her who is in charge." At the moment he stopped near her, the Countess pulled an ornate silver dagger from her glove and quickly slid it between Seth's legs. "You mind your own business Maxis" The Gangrel froze. "And as you can see Thane, she is in charge." Thane laughed loudly, it was the first time he had met the Gangrel and he liked him. The Countess lowered the blade and smiled. "That's the first thing you have said tonight of intelligence Maxis." The mortal woman who accompanied Seth smiled and grabbed the Gangrel. "He is just a pussycat really, don't let him fool you." She purred as she carressed Maxis, he smiled and downed a mug of blood. "This is my wench Tonia, she is all mouth and give, which means she uses her mouth well and gives me what I want." Thane smiled as did the Countess. Thane was about to say something when it hit him. The smell, the odor, it was something akin to ammonia. He looked around slowly, and noticed the Ventrue Primogen was also looking around. Thane could feel the energy of the magic taking place around them, and he couldn't locate it. Maxis saw Thane and became concerned. "Thane what, you are angered by my comment?" Thane looked at him, then at Romeo and Charlemagne. "On guard, a teleport door is opening and it is a big one!" The Ventrue protector Carlos grabbed the Primogen and vanished from sight. The other protector Terminus vanished as well. Thane moved quickly to the Countess but was stopped short as a metal sphere dropped from the rafters above. It bounced and began to glow. He had no time to react; the sphere exploded throwing him backwards across the room and over the bar. Above soldiers dropped a dozen at a time, mortal soldiers. Maxis caught one soldier in each hand and smashed them together, their bodies crunched as they died instantly. Romeo drew his Katana and cut one after another in half or dismembered arms. Thane stood up and knocked a bottle from the bar; he caught it with his foot and flipped it back to his hand. "Good goddess, I nearly broke an import!" Charlemagne spun on his heels and faced one soldier after another killing them instantly before they could land on their feet.
Thane jumped the bar and backhanded a soldier breaking its neck. Another opened fire with an M-16 machine gun blasting holes in Thane and Romeo. Thane looked at his torso as it healed almost instantly. "You son of a bitch, you ruined my suit!" He went to attack but Romeo grabbed the machine gun and smashed the soldier in the face. "Thank you Romeo." The Toreador protector bowed with a smile. The Countess stood calmly and looked at two soldiers as they each leveled M-60 heavy machine guns. "I was having a good night until this happened, but now you have angered me." Both opened fire with 7.62 tracer rounds. The white phosphorus rounds ricocheted off a personal shield the Countess had and the club lit up with blazing white hot bullets which where killing mortals and immortals alike. Small fires began to ignite everywhere as the burning slugs embedded all around the club. She casually reached out and took both weapons from them. With precision, she removed the yoke pin's and both weapons dropped to the floor in pieces. The soldiers ran screaming, into the attack of the Malkavian Primogen who round house kicked each in the neck killing them both. Thane looked about, no matter how many they killed, more followed.
He couldn't figure out why they where attacking and how they could teleport. The Brujah Primogen and his protectors where killing soldiers faster then any in the club. As they landed, the Brujah where on them ripping them apart. Thane saw more drop and estimated where the teleport door was. He needed a grenade and didn't have one. He reached behind the bar and fished out a bottle of Cognac to use as a Molotov. As he did, he saw something drop from the rafters. A gold ring the size of a tiara, and it was dropping towards the Countess. He ran towards her but was tackled by several soldiers. The ring landed on her head and she turned and looked at Thane, a look of astonishment on her face. He abruptly stood and tossed soldiers in the air. He again moved to the Countess, who was staggering, she reached for a table to steady herself. Thane yelled at the protectors. "ROMEO, CHARLEMAGNE, THE COUNTESS IS IN DANGER!" Romeo grabbed a soldier and swung it in a circle hitting other soldiers. Charlemagne ran towards her but was hit by a soldier jumping from a rafter. Thane again was drove to the floor by several soldiers. He watched as she fell to the floor, she was in pain. A soldier dropped from above her and began to recite a spell, in his hand a scroll. Thane knew they where trying to teleport her away. He screamed in anger and began to rip soldier's arms off, heads from their bodies. Blood squirted in all directions as Thane and the protectors worked their way to the Countess.
Thane grabbed a pistol from the floor and shot several soldiers, and then he shot the soldier in the head that was above the Countess. Again several soldiers dropped on him and the other protectors. Thane fell to the floor and wrestled his hands free. Reaching to his wrist, he removed his Rolex 036 and slid it to the Countess. It slid across the dance floor and into her hands. With pain on her face, she put the watch on and slid it up her arm out of sight. Thane screamed in anger and punched a soldier in the face, his hand exited out the back of the attackers head. Pulling his bloody arm free he moved again to the Countess only to see a woman in a black dress descend from the rafters slowly. He stopped a moment as she smiled and raised her hand in a somatic gesture. Thane had seen the move before and braced for the impact. She opened her hand and a blast of telekinetic energy hit Thane hurling him across the room and through a wall. The female attacker swung her hand with grace and did the same to each protector and Maxis. Each flew against walls or through doors. Roman recovered almost immediately. Tonia had moved out of sight of the woman and swung a katana she had found lying on the floor and tried to hit the woman in black. Roman saw her and screamed. TANIA noooo!" The woman caught the blade in her hand easily and pulled the sword from the mortal. With her hand, she stabbed her fingers into Tonia's chest and ripped out her heart. The black haired ghoul gurgled blood from her mouth and dropped dead. Maxis growled and began to kill anything in his path. Soldiers screamed and ran as he grabbed them and tore them apart. The woman in black knelt and touched the Countess, and both vanished. Thane crawled through the hole he had made in the wall. He looked at Romeo and Charlemagne. They had failed.
To be continued…